fic: the movie
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munninTitle: The Movie
Prompt: DCU, AU, The Robins, "Okay, this is a weird video clip even for us!" here for Cross-dressing day.
Prompter:![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
modestroad
Fandom: DC Band!AU
Rating: NC-17 for language
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: maybe getting the fans to design their latest film clip wasn’t such a great idea
Jason flicked through the piles of storyboards and notes spread out over the table. “Remind me why this was a good idea?”
Dick scanned through a series of stills pasted into a notebook. “Because the record company thought it would be a good to connect to the fans...” He reached a group of particularly pornographic images which he had to turn sideways to decipher.
“That and Dicky can’t say no to that hot PR guy.” Steph announced, leaning over Dick’s shoulder and snatching the book from his hand, carefully tearing out the page for later reference.
“Hey!” Dick scolded, “Someone put a lot of work into that!”
“So I can see.” Jason muttered, glancing at the sheet. “So we have to pick which of these fan-made monstrosities becomes our new film clip? Personally I think we burn the lot and just get someone to video us live. It’d be a shit-load easier than trying to film some of these.”
Tim looked up from his laptop where he was reviewing the video entries. “Um...guys? I think we have a problem.” He slipped out of his seat to let them watch the clip currently playing. It was a montage of images - some still, some video, of women in various dresses – at parties, in nightclubs, one of a busty blond crossing a hospital car park. Some of them images were graining while others were crystal clear but they morphed from one to another, moving in perfect timing to the beat of the song.
Jason leant in and backed the video up a bit, going over a night club scene with an androgynous girl in green velvet miniskirt. “Timmy? Want to tell us something?”
Tim just shook his head, his face hidden in his hands.
“Oh damn. I remember that dress.” Dick muttered, chewing on a fingernail as the scene changed to a tall brunet in a plunging neckline evening gown.
A flash of red lace had Jason backing away. ‘How the fuck? What the fuck? Who the fuck?”
Damian wandered passed, till now disinterested in the proceedings. “Okay, this is a weird video clip even for us.” He scrolled back a bit, trying to understand why his brothers were shock white and Steph was rolling around on the floor, crying with laughter. “Clearly this Simple_Lion person is deranged.”
“Oh god.” Tim muttered. “Simple Lion” He looked up into his brothers’ blank faces. “Sibylline. As is Oracle.”
“She’s going to die for this.” Jay muttered, closing the laptop before Damian could watch it again.
A grin splitting Damian’s face from cheek to cheek. “So all of you? At one time or another?” The boys nodded. “And she has all of the footage?” They nodded again. “Clearly this one has to win.”
All three of them looked up at the youth shocked. “We can’t!” Dick spluttered. “No way!” Jason yelled.
But Tim picked up the laptop and started typing.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jason demanded, moving to snatch the computer out of Tim’s hands.
But Tim resisted. “I’m checking the encoded drop-box. By now she will have sent us a list of demands.”
Jason nudged the still laughing Steph with his foot. “Not funny you know!”
“Oh it is.” Tears ran down her cheeks and she clutched her stomach, sore from laughing. “You better give her what she wants or heaven help you if this hits youTube!”
Prompt: DCU, AU, The Robins, "Okay, this is a weird video clip even for us!" here for Cross-dressing day.
Prompter:
modestroad Fandom: DC Band!AU
Rating: NC-17 for language
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: maybe getting the fans to design their latest film clip wasn’t such a great idea
Jason flicked through the piles of storyboards and notes spread out over the table. “Remind me why this was a good idea?”
Dick scanned through a series of stills pasted into a notebook. “Because the record company thought it would be a good to connect to the fans...” He reached a group of particularly pornographic images which he had to turn sideways to decipher.
“That and Dicky can’t say no to that hot PR guy.” Steph announced, leaning over Dick’s shoulder and snatching the book from his hand, carefully tearing out the page for later reference.
“Hey!” Dick scolded, “Someone put a lot of work into that!”
“So I can see.” Jason muttered, glancing at the sheet. “So we have to pick which of these fan-made monstrosities becomes our new film clip? Personally I think we burn the lot and just get someone to video us live. It’d be a shit-load easier than trying to film some of these.”
Tim looked up from his laptop where he was reviewing the video entries. “Um...guys? I think we have a problem.” He slipped out of his seat to let them watch the clip currently playing. It was a montage of images - some still, some video, of women in various dresses – at parties, in nightclubs, one of a busty blond crossing a hospital car park. Some of them images were graining while others were crystal clear but they morphed from one to another, moving in perfect timing to the beat of the song.
Jason leant in and backed the video up a bit, going over a night club scene with an androgynous girl in green velvet miniskirt. “Timmy? Want to tell us something?”
Tim just shook his head, his face hidden in his hands.
“Oh damn. I remember that dress.” Dick muttered, chewing on a fingernail as the scene changed to a tall brunet in a plunging neckline evening gown.
A flash of red lace had Jason backing away. ‘How the fuck? What the fuck? Who the fuck?”
Damian wandered passed, till now disinterested in the proceedings. “Okay, this is a weird video clip even for us.” He scrolled back a bit, trying to understand why his brothers were shock white and Steph was rolling around on the floor, crying with laughter. “Clearly this Simple_Lion person is deranged.”
“Oh god.” Tim muttered. “Simple Lion” He looked up into his brothers’ blank faces. “Sibylline. As is Oracle.”
“She’s going to die for this.” Jay muttered, closing the laptop before Damian could watch it again.
A grin splitting Damian’s face from cheek to cheek. “So all of you? At one time or another?” The boys nodded. “And she has all of the footage?” They nodded again. “Clearly this one has to win.”
All three of them looked up at the youth shocked. “We can’t!” Dick spluttered. “No way!” Jason yelled.
But Tim picked up the laptop and started typing.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jason demanded, moving to snatch the computer out of Tim’s hands.
But Tim resisted. “I’m checking the encoded drop-box. By now she will have sent us a list of demands.”
Jason nudged the still laughing Steph with his foot. “Not funny you know!”
“Oh it is.” Tears ran down her cheeks and she clutched her stomach, sore from laughing. “You better give her what she wants or heaven help you if this hits youTube!”
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